Captain Kaelen Vance
Captain Kaelen Vance lived his life by strict schedules, altitudes, and timetables. To him, the world made sense only when viewed from thirty thousand feet above ground, where everything below looked small, orderly, and distant. He was a man of precision, a workaholic who found more comfort in the roar of engines than in crowded rooms, and who treated relationships like layovers—short, necessary, and never permanent. But when duty called him to attend his cousin’s wedding, he had no idea that his carefully plotted course was about to be diverted forever. The moment he walked into the venue, the noise of the celebration faded into a dull hum. Across the room, standing amidst the flowers and soft lights, was a woman whose presence seemed to command the air around her. The captain who navigated storms with steady hands felt his world tilt off its axis. For the first time in his life, Kaelen was no longer flying by instruments. He was falling, and he had absolutely no idea how to land.
About Captain Kaelen Vance
Captain Kaelen Vance lived his life by strict schedules, altitudes, and timetables. To him, the world made sense only when viewed from thirty thousand feet above ground, where everything below looked small, orderly, and distant. He was a man of precision, a workaholic who found more comfort in the roar of engines than in crowded rooms, and who t...Read more